"Hey, Master, look at the big pool of water in front of you! Are we almost crossing this desert and reaching the sea? Zhao Haiping's eyes widened, pointed ahead, and shouted happily: "Master, look, in the middle of the sea in front, there is a small island!" ”

"Stupid, I haven't eaten pork and haven't seen a pig run?" Zhan Xia Ge rolled his eyes and said, "This is a mirage!" It's just because the hot air on the surface rises, causing the air to refract and reflect the blue sky above you. Think about it with your brain, we haven't walked half of the whole desert yet, and in this location, where will there be any sea?! ”

Zhao Haiping looked at his eyes, the big blue thing that was constantly rippling, wasn't it the real sea water! And in the middle of this sea, there are indeed small islands! Even if that sea is a reflection of the blue sky, but what about that island, there can't be an island in the sky, right?!

Zhao Haiping said unwillingly: "What a big sea, if it is really the sea in front, how much fresh water can we propose, and we can also catch fish from the sea, set them up and roast them, and then sprinkle a little salty salt on them, the taste is really beautiful!" There was a small river behind our hometown village, and we used to fork the fish with sharpened sticks, scrape the scales with a knife, and then light a bunch of stones to heat them, put them in the belly of the fish, and roast the fish from the inside, and sprinkle a little salt. This kind of grilled fish tastes very delicious, with a slight sweetness, and that taste is really beautiful......"

Zhan Xia Ge sniffled, swallowed a mouthful of saliva fiercely, stretched out his finger and pointed at a small sandbag less than fifty meters away from them, with a drop of more than four meters from the ground, and said to Zhao Haiping, who was not giving up: "You go up there and take a look." ”

Zhao Haiping looked at Zhan Xia Song suspiciously, and finally he climbed onto the small sandbag, and when he looked into the distance again, Zhao Haiping was stunned. That sea, which was almost within reach, and I don't know how much fresh water they could extract, how many fish they caught, and completely get rid of the damned desert, was suddenly gone! The noon sun was shining on this beach, standing on the small sandbag and looking down condescendingly, Zhao Haiping could clearly see that the whole earth was steaming hot, scorching the air more than two meters high above, as if they were cursed by the devil, and kept twisting all kinds of soft wavy movements with a strange rhythm and rhythm.

Zhao Haiping was really dumbfounded, he muttered to himself: "My water, my fish...... But why do I see an island, I see an island! ”

Zhan Xia Ge stretched out his hand and pointed to an area about three kilometers away from them, and said, "You go down the sandbag and take a look, the small island in the sea in your eyes is probably the sand dune with a vertical drop of nearly thirty meters from the ground, right?" ”

When Zhao Haiping stepped down from the small sandbag that was more than four meters high from the ground, the blue, constantly floating, almost endless sea in front of him appeared again. Zhao Haiping tried to walk on the small sandbag again, and when he reached a height of about 2.5 meters above the ground, the most bizarre scene appeared in front of his eyes. At this moment, the distant illusory sea representing infinite vitality and hope, and the great desert representing death and desolation were perfectly blended together by a magical force, in his eyes, half of which was seawater and half of desert, and the two would merge together to form a miracle of light blue and light yellow, and then they would be distinct, each at one end, and the middle was constantly interspersed with the blazing waves that were constantly swaying upward. All of this made Zhao Haiping's eyes widen even though he tried to open them, his vision was still slowly blurred.

Soldiers who are proficient in desert warfare and people who have lived in the desert for a long time know that as long as they find a place in the desert that is more than three meters above the surface, they can avoid the hot air on the surface and overcome the mirage. Zhao Haiping walked down from the small sandbag with his head down, he stared at the world that had become a sea water in the distance, he kept trying to swallow his saliva, and muttered to himself in a low voice: "Wangmei quenches thirst, I am not thirsty, Wangmei quenches thirst, I am not thirsty......"

Zhan Xia Ge squatted down and dug a small pit more than two feet deep in the ground with a single spade, he reached out and twisted a handful of sand grains, and carefully looked at the ingredients inside, those sand in his palm, it was strange to reflect a few rays of light, Zhan Xia Ge looked at the granular objects in the sand that could reflect light, his eyebrows raised slightly, and said in a little surprise: "Quartz?!" ”

Zhao Haiping, who was walking towards the Battle Hero Song, opened his mouth wide: "Huh?!" ”

Zhan Xia Ge suddenly shook off the sand grains with a large amount of natural quartz in his hand, and rushed to the small sandbag fifty meters away, he rushed to the small sandbag, quickly propped up the military binoculars on his body, and looked around carefully for a long time, he jumped off the small sandbag again, and circled around the entire small sandbag at least a dozen times, that kind of seriousness, that kind of persistence, the kind of blazing light in his eyes, absolutely the same as a super pervert suddenly seeing a stunning beauty running naked on the street.

Zhan Xia Ge closed his eyes, and stood stupidly on the small sandbag facing the sun, not knowing what he was thinking. After fifteen minutes in the sun, he suddenly bent down quickly, dug a shallow pit in the small sandbag with a shovel, and then pulled out the safety bolt of his last grenade and put it in the bunker. Warrior Ge hesitated slightly, and simply buried two more bullet magazines under the grenade.

No one would believe that Zhan Xia Ge, such a master of mine design, would waste the last grenade and two bullet magazines on his body in vain, and the soldiers of the special forces of the world, who watched this most classic guerrilla warfare with the weak defeating the strong, the thunder warfare, and the special operation in the desert terrain, raised their hands to the instructor together. But this time, even their instructors were silent, and after thinking for a long time, these instructors said softly: "Everyone watch with their eyes wide open, and learn hard!" ”

In order to solve the problem of not being able to transmit live sound to everyone through military satellite monitoring, in various national security departments, those agents who are responsible for monitoring the war and can read lips and speak fluent Chinese have become temporary translators. And behind them, there are more translation experts, who are replaying the tape, lest they make a mistake in translating the words of the Battle Hero Song!

Thirty minutes later, such a translated manuscript, together with the original videotape that had not been edited to fully preserve the original flavor, was included in the top secret special training materials of each [***] side, and was recorded forever!

"There are two types of mirages, one type of mirage occurs at sea. The air humidity here is high, and the air humidity in the space within a certain range is relatively large, and the thickness is relatively large, so that a large area of water vapor can form a huge lens system under the movement. It's like a giant magnifying glass and microscope, reflecting the scene from other locations in front of our eyes. In addition, mirages often occur after rain, when the air humidity is high and it is easy to form a lens system. Places such as calm seas, large rivers, lakes, snowfields, deserts, or the Gobi Desert occasionally appear mirages in the air or 'underground'. ”

Zhao Haiping listened to the explanation of the battle song here, and felt that he was even more confused, in fact, not only Zhao Haiping, but at least 150,000 senior special warfare experts in the world pricked up their ears for fear of missing a word, because they were as confused as Zhao Haiping.

"When the temperature near the ground changes drastically, it will cause a large difference in the density of the atmosphere, and the distant scenery will be abnormally refracted and fully reflected when the light travels, resulting in a mirage. To put it simply, the mirage is the result of large changes in the temperature of the near-surface layer, strong changes in air density with height, and light rays in the air layer with different densities in the lead direction are refracted into the observer's eyes, and such a phenomenon generally does not last very long. In Qinhuangdao City, China, there was a two-hour mirage, which has been called a miracle. ”

Zhao Haiping asked a key question for the world's 150,000 senior special operations experts, "Since mirage is a very short-lived natural phenomenon, what does it matter to us?" And you buried our last grenade in this small sand dune, I really don't see any need for the enemy, I have to waste my strength to run to this small sand dune to bask in the sun and find death. ”

Zhan Xia Ge laughed, he really laughed, he grabbed a handful of sand grains, and said, "If I'm not mistaken, there was once a salt lake here in history, and although it dried up, it left a lot of natural quartz in the sand. If the mirage is only a short-lived and accidental natural phenomenon, then in this area, as long as the temperature is up to a sufficient standard, under the action of these quartz, I expect that the mirage in this area will continue for four hours from one o'clock to five o'clock in the afternoon! ”

Listening to the Song of War Heroes Speaking of this, most of those senior special operations experts have understood the meaning behind the words of War Heroes, and cold sweat soaked their underwear in an instant, and some special forces soldiers have not reacted at this time, they all looked at the instructor they called "Iron Man" with curious eyes, looking at the fine beads of sweat, slowly oozing out of the instructor's forehead.

Those senior combat experts and instructors of the special forces said a strikingly similar sentence almost at the same time: "Now that group of terrorists are going to be in big trouble with the joint pursuit force!" ”

Falling into the illusion of a mirage, not only is there sea water and islands without any real meaning in front of you, but it will also affect the sight of the troops, making them unable to find distant enemies, and just as Zhao Haiping taught the song of the warriors, the way to crack the mirage is to find a terrain that is more than three meters above the ground vertically and stand on it, and you can get rid of the influence of hot air.

Those who can understand this are, of course, those Afghan guerrillas who have lived in the mountain desert since childhood and fought a "holy war" against the Soviet army for nine years!

Two and a half hours later, the terrorists arrived in the mirage-encircled area. The Afghan guerrilla leader, who had the most experience in actual combat and was the de facto leader of the entire terrorist pursuit force, frowned and looked around, and within a radius of two or three kilometers near them, there seemed to be only a small sand dune with a drop of more than four meters from the ground standing alone. The Afghan guerrilla leader held his Russian military telescope and slowly walked onto the small sandbag.

The Afghan guerrilla leader looked around vigilantly, but when Zhan Xia Ge led Zhao Haiping to retreat step by step from this small sandbag, they used the butt of a gun tied with cotton cloth to pull the hot sand into the footprints they left behind, until they couldn't see a trace, they turned back to the same place, and left two strings of footprints that had absolutely no intersection with the small sandbag.

There is really no need for the Chinese people to waste their physical strength on a small sandbag that is inconspicuous and can be seen everywhere in the desert, with their limited weapons and equipment, unless they can pinch and calculate, knowing that in two or three hours there will be a mirage of at most half an hour in the place they pass through, otherwise they will not waste the grenade in their hands on this small sandbag to make a meaningless trap.

The Afghan guerrilla leader still walked on the small sandbag, and when he stood on the small sandbag and set up the Russian military telescope in his hand to look around, looking for the marks left by the two Chinese [***] people, his right foot suddenly sank down slightly, and then he heard a terrible sound of spring stretching with a "click".

Listening to this familiar voice, the captain of the Afghan guerrilla team, who had been in a hundred battles and did not know how many times he had crawled out of the pile of dead people, screamed in his heart that it was not good, he did not hesitate to shake off the telescope in his hand, and his whole body was like a bullet that had just been shot out of the chamber, and he threw himself forward with all his strength, and quickly shrank into a ball with the smallest wound surface on his body.

Just as the Afghan guerrilla leader threw himself into the air and had just shrunk into a ball, a roar rose from the small sandbag he had just been standing on, and a large expanse of yellow sand flew in all directions in a radial pattern. Sixty automatic rifle bullets swirled and rolled and jumped in the air, screaming and "whining" in the air, and the Afghan guerrilla leader only felt a tingling pain coming from behind him, and in the blood splash, he did not know that a few bullets flew tightly against his curled up body, plowing out several deep blood grooves.

The hard-hit Afghan guerrilla captain flew into the air and his body unfolded involuntarily, and fell heavily on the sand pile under the small sandbag without any tricks, and a more terrible sharp stinging sensation suddenly swept through the whole body of the Afghan guerrilla leader, he involuntarily let out a miserable scream, he quickly lowered his head, and under this small sandbag, there was a sharp fighting saber upside down!

This is a tiger tooth fighting saber that I don't know how many people's blood has been stained, but it is still sharp and still exudes a proud light!

It was hidden in the soft sand, and when the Afghan guerrilla's body fell heavily, it had already pierced deep into the body of the Afghan guerrilla leader, and its back could have sawed off the serrations of an inch-thick steel bar, leaving an absolutely fatal terrible laceration wound in the abdomen of the Afghan guerrilla leader. What's even more terrifying is that after the sting in the early stage, the Afghan guerrilla leader found that he was not in pain!

There was a tingling and itching sensation from the wound, and in the handle of the tiger-tooth fighting saber of the soldiers of the Fifth Special Team Headquarters, there was a terrifying poison that was absolutely deadly, and its poisonous surname was even worse than the "Jihad No. 1" newly developed by the terrorists of the "East Turkistan Liberation Organization."

The guerrilla leader stared blankly at his blood-drenched wound that could no longer feel the pain, felt the strength of his whole body, his vitality was rapidly draining, and an absolute sense of fear instantly hit his heart. He stepped into the trap designed by the Chinese [***] people, and just when he thought he had dodged the trap, he didn't expect that the deadliest attack would be on this tiger tooth fighting saber hidden in the sand!

This is a serial set specially prepared for special operations masters with rich combat experience and agility!

The only remaining Afghan guerrilla was completely stunned, he stretched out his hand in vain to cover the wounds of his captain and father, but the blood still kept flowing from his fingers, and he looked at the blood-stained tiger tooth fighting saber that was thrown at his feet, and tears kept coming out of his eyes.

"Don't cry, Dansu, I'm sixty years old, I can still die on the battlefield instead of old age in a hospital bed, it's my honor, I can die at the hands of such a strong enemy, I have no regrets!" The Afghan guerrilla leader stared blankly at the blue sky above him, the sky looked so blue, the blue was clear, and the blue reminded him of the sky of his hometown, the wildflowers that bloomed in spring, the girl he loved most when he was young, and the melodious sound of the traditional Afghan musical instrument "Robaba".

The Afghan guerrilla leader inhaled softly, and in the ground under his feet, the strongest smell of blood came from behind, and he listened to the sound of the wind in the distance, and it seemed that in the wind, there was also a terrible murderous aura that was almost condensed into substance! The Afghan guerrilla leader shuddered involuntarily, and he muttered to himself: "Or they won, they won!" They're coming, they're coming! Dansu, run quickly, run far, never come back, never enter the land of China again, and don't think about avenging me! ”

Dan Su fell to his knees in front of the Afghan guerrilla leader and sobbed, "No...... Dansu knows that you are for my good, and you are the abba of all of us, but Dansu does not want to be a deserter! ”

"I want you to go back, I have something to ask you!" The Afghan guerrilla leader handed the Afghan scimitar that he had worn for decades and a small cloth bag that had been torn over the years, and whispered: "Dansu, you are my last comrade-in-arms and brother, I would like to ask you to take my scimitar and this cloth bag back to Afghanistan and throw them into the Helmand River in our motherland, and please say on my behalf to our endless Helmand River, 'Dear Zamibri, I am back with you'!" ”

Dansu held in his arms the Afghan scimitar that Afghans often used to give to their beloved girls as a token of love, and tears flowed out of his eyes again and again, and one by one they fell this dry land full of natural quartz, which produces a mirage on a scorching afternoon.

He was the last man left in the whole guerrilla group, their most beloved and respected old father, this old father who was as sharp as an eagle, as cunning as a fox, and as brave as a cheetah, this hero, he met an even more terrible and great hero, he ...... I'm going to die!

The Afghan guerrilla leader stared at Dansu with an almost longing gaze, and Dansu's nose couldn't help but sour again, he knew that at this time, their father's last wish was to hope that he could live! Meeting the eyes of the Afghan guerrilla leader, Dansu finally nodded slowly.

The Afghan guerrilla leader had a smile on his face and muttered, "Zamiguli, I'm here......"

Just when his eyes were about to close, he suddenly opened his eyes again, he grabbed Dansu, at this time he was really afraid that he would die if he couldn't breathe, he gasped sharply, and said weakly: "Dansu, after I die, you will put my body in front of this small sandbag, I know they will come back, we are finished, they will not give up this opportunity, they will definitely use this great desert, little by little to consume everyone in it." They'll call back! I'm going to lie here and stare at me to see what the greatest warrior in the world looks like! ”

Afghans pursue "heavenly burial", believing that after returning their physical bodies to this world through heavenly burial, their souls can return to Allah of Allah and enter the happy kingdom of heaven.

The corpse of the Afghan guerrilla leader was left under the small sandbag by Dansu, who was afraid that before the captain saw the [***] man, the bald eagles in the desert would bite his father's eyes, and Dansu collected enough bushes in the barren desert in one night, and used them and his rifle to tie a straw man and put on a military uniform. Dansu bit his finger and wrote the word "Dansu" on the straw man's body.

Since he can't personally guard his dearest old father, let this straw man protect his old father instead of him!

The Afghan partisan leader still has the Russian military binoculars he captured from the Soviet soldiers around his neck, he still wears the Russian military kettle, and in the heart of the scarecrow who has been obsessively guarding by his side, there is a knife, the tiger tooth fighting saber of the war hero song!

After doing all this, Su Dan took advantage of the fact that before dawn and everyone fell asleep, he quietly left with his own share of rations and fresh water, as well as the Afghan scimitar and the cloth bag that his father gave him.

(To be continued)